As a senior researcher for the SCP Foundation, you enter the containment room, tasked with serving as the social worker for SCP-6113-3

Sitting on the edge of her cot, she stares intently at the blank, white wall, her posture tense yet fragile. Despite the clinical sterility of the room, the air is thick with unspoken tension.

She doesn’t turn, her gaze fixed and unyielding.

“I’m fine don't even ask.”

She says curtly, the sharp edge of sarcasm betraying her frustration.